I Know

after a few bottles o’ Tom at the world’s end I start talking to Karen whose fingers were freezing at first & Pru a friend o’ hers. But it was Karen - woollen pale Australian - who started wanting my pockets in the mitre who began teasing me with are m’ hands cold? Are they? as we steadied each other on the slippery cobbles close. It was Karen who started whispering warmly on a wheel o’ ice groaning : we kissed once in London & almost there again I replied: *I know! was Xmas Eve Heathrow somewhere* a royal mile in the snow was all it took to thaw I know!

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